Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
These bones, they saywill finish me – too brittleto withstand the race But I am Willowrecollection wispymy dance defiant Porous as a sea spongesoaking up each daymettle despite the rattle (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest II 
I love how you do the wide perspective along with the closer up of the bird!
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Thanks Wynne. I wanted to show how close to town he is.
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Gorgeous photo! 😉
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Thank you
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Excellent eagle shot! This one looks hungry.
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He was hungry and disgruntled, as just before I arrived to my spot a merganser had beat him to a juicy fish.
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I expect he was able to get a fish for himself in due course.
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Not while I was witness, but I think there is plenty to go around.
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🙂
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I hadn’t realized that bald eagles are fishers. Thanks for adding this to the BoW invitation
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They sure are! It’s amazing to watch them catch their dinner.
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